Okay, through the magic of television (or something like that) I will now show you a bag after knitting...and one fresh out of the oven - er, washer.
Shrunk down a lot as you can see (yes, Trevor is physically holding it up. What can I say, I have talented cats. That or instinctual - it started sliding the second I lifted the camera and his killer instincts kicked in. I believe GB has a picture of Trevor attempting to kill the bag further by means of sucking, but for now, we're looking at my spectacular felting efforts, and not so much my adorable cat-son)
Thanks for all the comments about AC. When he walked into my office this morning holding a roll of toilet paper and explained that he was going to be busy for a while it quickly reached raised volumes when I said "I have told you repeatedly I do not want to know what you do in the bathroom". He started yelling that I couldn't tell him what he couldn't tell me and he was just being courteous and he would quit if I had such a problem with his announcements. Frankly, I'd rather find a job I truly love for myself, and he can stay here. But I've composed a letter to the two supervisors above me explaining the situation, and asking what I should do... of course station e-mail is down... but we'll see how things go.
And in other news, Oscar is sick (kind of). He's got some unexplainable boo-boos on his stomach and side, and (having a pitbull's sensitivity to pain) we didn't even notice until they were pretty gross. So he's been to the doctor, and we have antibiotics to give him in pill form and an ointment to put on the wounds. Anyone who thinks pitbulls are mean should watch me give this dog a pill. That's not to say it's easy. I'd rather give the cats a pill than this guy, but only because I'm stronger than the cats and can actually hold them down, and my cats will do anything for me. I imagine a stranger might risk life and limb if they attempted, but for me, the cats will take pills fairly easily. Oscar is strong enough that his squirms to get away can knock me over. Last night I gave him the pill and then put the stuff on his wounds and he stopped coming to me. Quick learner, this guy. Mom puts cold stuff on me and makes me take icky pills, I'm hiding over here where Dad is. This morning I had my entire hand, up to the wrist, fully within a pitbull's mouth. Not a scratch on me, but lots of slobber and lots of goo from the outside of the pill. He deigned to taking dainty little girly bites out of a piece of bread from my hand a few minutes later (he's supposed to take the pill with food). We'll find out sometime next week just what's causing the problem, but in the meantime, I have a feeling he's going to bond with GB a great deal...
Ah, well. The job search starts again today. I've done that way too much.
Shrunk down a lot as you can see (yes, Trevor is physically holding it up. What can I say, I have talented cats. That or instinctual - it started sliding the second I lifted the camera and his killer instincts kicked in. I believe GB has a picture of Trevor attempting to kill the bag further by means of sucking, but for now, we're looking at my spectacular felting efforts, and not so much my adorable cat-son)
Thanks for all the comments about AC. When he walked into my office this morning holding a roll of toilet paper and explained that he was going to be busy for a while it quickly reached raised volumes when I said "I have told you repeatedly I do not want to know what you do in the bathroom". He started yelling that I couldn't tell him what he couldn't tell me and he was just being courteous and he would quit if I had such a problem with his announcements. Frankly, I'd rather find a job I truly love for myself, and he can stay here. But I've composed a letter to the two supervisors above me explaining the situation, and asking what I should do... of course station e-mail is down... but we'll see how things go.
And in other news, Oscar is sick (kind of). He's got some unexplainable boo-boos on his stomach and side, and (having a pitbull's sensitivity to pain) we didn't even notice until they were pretty gross. So he's been to the doctor, and we have antibiotics to give him in pill form and an ointment to put on the wounds. Anyone who thinks pitbulls are mean should watch me give this dog a pill. That's not to say it's easy. I'd rather give the cats a pill than this guy, but only because I'm stronger than the cats and can actually hold them down, and my cats will do anything for me. I imagine a stranger might risk life and limb if they attempted, but for me, the cats will take pills fairly easily. Oscar is strong enough that his squirms to get away can knock me over. Last night I gave him the pill and then put the stuff on his wounds and he stopped coming to me. Quick learner, this guy. Mom puts cold stuff on me and makes me take icky pills, I'm hiding over here where Dad is. This morning I had my entire hand, up to the wrist, fully within a pitbull's mouth. Not a scratch on me, but lots of slobber and lots of goo from the outside of the pill. He deigned to taking dainty little girly bites out of a piece of bread from my hand a few minutes later (he's supposed to take the pill with food). We'll find out sometime next week just what's causing the problem, but in the meantime, I have a feeling he's going to bond with GB a great deal...
Ah, well. The job search starts again today. I've done that way too much.
posted by Amie at
2:51 PM
2 Comments:
Amie, keep up the commentary to the AC's face. What a jerk. I hope the others see what an a--hole (in more ways than one) he is.
I'm sorry about Oscar, and even sorrier that it is difficult for him to get the meds he needs to feel better. I've found that wrapping pills in cheese or hiding them cream cheese is very attractive to my dogs. When a dog refuses a pill, I stick it in wet cat food. They love that. I hope he feels better soon.
Love, LOVE, love the mailbag.
Catching up on my blogreading...peanut butter! the only way I can get Bailey to take a pill. slather it with pb and he can't spit it out without loosing the pb too! Linda
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